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whizzing downwards for infinite time, time lost in the vortex, stand back and look down the abyss
By smr on 02.11.2014
spiralen. spiralen sind rund und drehen sich in die mitte bis man sie nicht mehr sehen kann. immer kleiner. je nach blickwinkel vielleicht auch immer größer. meistens stellt man aber nur einen kleinen teil der spirale dar. die lässt sich unendlich weiterdenken. anders als kreise. die hören irgendwann auf. man kann nicht genau sagen wo. aber sie tun es.
By mue on 02.11.2014
My spiral into madness, to me, looked more like a tesla coil, not only because of the shape, but also because of the high voltage. And by high voltage, I mean lurching out of my bed like Frankenstein’s monster and attempting to throttle the lamp in the corner of my room like I had just been tased and the electricity just wouldn’t leave my synapses.
They put me in the hospital for over two weeks. While I partially recovered, the strange static feeling never went away.
By Belinda Roddie URL on 02.11.2014
The colors decorated the sky in vibrant smears of blue, violet, yellow and green, spiraling out across the night as though the paint spilled had become animate and moved freely between the clouds. It was glorious, and he wanted so desperately to show her.
By Morgan Peters on 02.11.2014
The spiral… It can be resolved to conclude many thoughts. Whether you think of the double-helix in DNA. Or a mystical stairway in a fiction novel. This spiral is special… for what reasons you will find out. It is a symbol. A symbol of things seen and unseen… it symbolizes life and in this sentence… It symbolizes power. Power more then any of you puny mortals could ever realize.
By Grace Annabel Cassel URL on 02.11.2014
Manal tugged at the knot of concealed curly fry, but it had gone cold and crispy. She tossed it onto her plate. (It thunked.) “Man… even eating junk isn’t fun anymore.” As Karen continued talking, Manal smeared the unwanted fries into a goopier smear of ketchup and salad dressing remnants.
By Yona on 02.11.2014
Life can be a spiral into a depression. Well of course it can- hat’s what it is for everyone. Do you really think you’re so special that you’re the only one whose life is going into the shitter? Let me tell you something; life sucks, kid. We’re all crying. Over big things, small. Your dad beats you, your boyfriend breaks up with you, your hair looks like poop. It’s just life, unfortunately.
By Liz on 02.11.2014
A cake in the shape of a spiral was on the table. “That cake is a spiral cake,” I said. Then, I tripped on a banana peel and my face ended up crashing into the cake. I tasted it and noticed that the chocolate was very high quality.
By nodochinko on 02.11.2014
twirly metal holding pages together to create a book of thoughts and pictures
Spin out of control
By Cheryl on 02.11.2014
She swings silently
Through the spiral.
Through the hollow spaces.
Ribbons of time,
Knotted angry tendons,
String her up like a marionette.
Dances awkwardly disjointed.
Until the societal chains of conformity break away.
By J. on 02.11.2014
through the water
through the brain
spiral through the lanes of ballerina tutus
discarded leaves blow in from the street
and crunch under our toes like applause.
keep spinning, don’t stop
keep spinning. and we’ll clap
By Kairn on 02.11.2014
She was spiraling through hear head because of the high dose of ecstasy she just had. She felt intensely happy. Everything would start again and this time she would make it right.
By Cinthia on 02.11.2014
A spiral spinal
a carnal disaster
clever and dumb.
By Yours Truly, Bête on 02.11.2014
the steep staircase. Brings me fear, the stalker is beyond my shoulder. If I make it out of here alive, I will be a simple gardener, and man of the earth. It didn’t take long for that fantasy to be as it is. Nearly to the bottom, i could smell him behind me. Terror is like gravity, the pull is real.
By Daniel Damian URL on 02.11.2014
spiral is an interesting word, it can mean so many things but they all seem to end up meaning the same. It can mean to spiral out of control, meaning that you loose your sense f direction and control. It can also mean that one spirals into madness, always with the negative connotation.
By Ianthine on 02.11.2014
She kept dreaming of him until her thoughts felt like a spiral of him in her mind, spinning and spinning, waiting, and hoping for him to appear, but he never did.
By marylou wynegar URL on 02.11.2014
At times I feel as if my life has gone into a spiral. It never stops, and the dizziness never goes. Confined in a chair and nowhere to go. Good Lord, please let me go.
By Iceman on 02.11.2014
Everything always spirals out of control. Theres always chaos always disorder. I like it that way. Much more fun don’t you think? Besides control never last forever but a spiral goes on and on and on and on. No beginning no end.
By Maxwell on 02.11.2014
to the other side of the meadow.
Spin and spin and
what you thought was
your innocent past.
Spiral towards a new time
where it is hard to tell
when it’s time to leave.
By Emily URL on 02.11.2014
Spirals of dawn emanating from a sea of endless horizon, counting till the end of time, whispers of glass against the morning sun.
By Zahra Aamer on 02.11.2014
“You’re spiraling out of control, Callie and I…I don’t know what to do about it,”
“You don’t have to do anything about anything,” she snapped. “It’s not your problem anymore,”
“What are you talking about?”
“I took care of it,” she said, angrily zipping her backpack shut. “I called Jones. He’s coming to get me,”
“You called your caseworker? Why?”
By S.C. Lovelace on 02.11.2014
It spiraled out of control. One minute I was at the local Walmart and the next I was at the top of the eiffel tower ready to drop the watermelon.
By Brooke Tuinei on 02.11.2014
we had a name, once. before we spiraled out of control. my mom said that dad would be home before noon but the front door never opened and I never left.
By M. Babington on 02.11.2014
So it goes: an endless spiral towards nothing special. If everything is purely aesthetic, why do we take it all so seriously?
By Emmy Face on 02.11.2014
My life just spirals out of control. It always does. It never wants to cooperate with me. Instead of going with the flow and being happy, it just decides to mess with me and make me hate everything in this damned world.
By Kenzie on 02.11.2014
spiral pyro spryro try fail i don’t know what i’m doing how did i even do this i so no i’m ouutta time! i hate not writing well.
By Essie on 02.11.2014
My life is spiraling out of control. As I think about the negative consequences of one minuscule action, my mind spins round and round, finding every possible way that one small thing can affect my life in an awful way. Spinning and spiraling. I’m drowning but it’s not like anyone can see my struggle. I’m the perfect girl who leads the perfect fucking life but it’s too much. Far too much. Its my daily spiral to a smashing demise that no one will see coming and no will really care about.
By Carly on 02.11.2014
downward spiral, why not upwards. Why could she have gotten the promotion and not accidently run over her neighbors dog, why couldn’t she have known kale was in her teeth before she smiled at the attracitve lawyer. Why? Becuase apparently life doesn’t work that way
By Abigail W on 02.11.2014
She was certain it was there. The spiral behind his eyes. She saw it every day, lurking behind those pupils that were just a little too black. It was unnerving, what was it? What did it mean?
By Jess on 02.11.2014
The spiral is such a shape. A single dot slowly drifts down into the center of its orbit around a single point in tie. A spiral is
By Sam Datum on 02.11.2014
The room fell away from him in a spiral, colours bleeding into each other like a psychedelic washing machine. Even the smallest sounds in the room, the hum of the air conditioner, the television mumbling in the background, were swelled up into cacophonic wails of distortion. He fell back onto the bed, and was seemingly swallowed by the soft white sheets.His body seemed to implode and explode at the same time, his existence suddenly minute in a fantastically infinite universe. And then there was no feeling, no sensation at all.
By tonykeyesjapan URL on 02.11.2014
Don’t let it spiral out of control. Stand your ground and take it all one step at a time. Try to leave your comfort zone, but remain aware of your roots and the person you are. Spiraling downward is not the answer, spiraling into new adventures is what you want to strive towards. Live, but be cautious…for one never knows where their path will take them.
By Theresa on 02.11.2014
I’m getting farther and I fear I’ll never resurface
By Grace on 02.11.2014
It was all going so well. That’s how it is. You feel great, you feel fine and then – BAM. GONE. You get a ‘no’ when you wanted a ‘yes’. You get a half-hearted grunt when you wanted an enthusiastic ‘yeah’. That’s how it is when you are only half-way stable. humph.
By JLF on 02.11.2014
please suggest one word for the entire staff and trustees of a charitable trust
By Kuncheria Varghese on 02.11.2014
The feet slowed, alone. The city moved on, but my feet–they were like hot candle wax, taken from their flame. Running, dripping, inching… stopping. I stood, and got pushed. My body became an isolated system, and my brain was detached from my being.
By Annabelle Grass on 02.11.2014
I fall into an infinite spiral,
going deeper and deeper into each circle
I’m afraid I won’t be able to get out.
getting stuck would be horrible
but also horrible exciting.
By 1word2wordsredwordblueword on 02.11.2014
Una espiral es una linea que forma circulos que se van haciendo cada vez mas chicos, si se mepieza de afuera para adentro
Simbolo de locura
De venganza en teen wolf, la serie para adolescentes sobre hombres lobos
By Cathy on 02.11.2014
i fell down.
i could feel myself slipping farther and farther away from you
a spiral of drugs and alcohol.
everyone kept saying i had changed,
i guess i couldnt see until i was compressed at the bottom
and i could look up and seee the huge area i once covered.
i knew i wasnt me
By ben on 02.11.2014
Spiraling, spiraling forward and then backwards again into an abyss that is a face, a face within a season that does not and will never exist. This is the face that beckons to the shephard at midnight and christens its own womb, and pays no attention to the foghorn off on the distant spiraling path. Nothing left but reigns to bring yourself home with.
By Julia URL on 02.11.2014
a division of Identity Crisis, Inc.